Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.